Chapter 222
Who could have predicted this?
Hebe smiled and said, "The real Eris did not hide in the past, but rather in the future."
"What exactly do you want to do..."
"The spores said weakly."
"The wolf's act of tearing itself apart also tore Eris in two."
Hebe said with a smile.
The spore in her hand trembled for a moment, then completely froze, pretending to be dead—how come Hebe always guessed such fatal points the moment she opened her mouth?
Hebe's guess was absolutely correct.
The wolf's self-destructive act also tore Eris in two—its mind remains in the distant future, after Third World War.
The part that possessed power and authority was taken to the Lostbelt Bharata.
Eris's fate was the exact opposite of that of the wretch.
This also answered a question that had been on Hebe's mind.
Otherwise, she really couldn't understand how the "wisdom" of the wolves could withstand Eris's corruption.
It's true that fools defeat experts, confusion overcomes fear, and seasonal disasters strike hard against the blessed heaven, isn't it?
The spore in Hebe's palm had already decided to play dead and no longer responded to any of her words.
Yet, for no apparent reason, it began to tremble.
"What exactly are you trying to do to me?!"
"Hehe."
Hebe smiled. "These things aren't all you Lostbelt in the Bharata."
There must be other vessels of Eris hidden elsewhere in the Bharata.
—She guessed it again.
But the spores have now gotten used to this kind of attack.
It was even more eager to know what Hebe would do next in its "execution".
This curiosity was Eris's instinct.
"It's very simple. I don't want to go through the trouble of spending ten or even a hundred years to cultivate a new piece and then use it as bait to lure you out."
"Not to mention that my fishing skills have always been terrible, after being burned once, you probably won't be stupid enough to take the bait again."
"Show Hands, let's have a big gamble."
Hebe embedded the bronze star disk into the spore's body. Her expression was gentle, but her methods were extremely ruthless.
This caused the latter to let out a terrible howl.
The spore finally understood what Hebe was going to do, and it trembled incoherently.
"No, no, no... You, you fucking, you can't do this!"
Why not?
What is Eris's greatest advantage? It is His unique form of composition.
Whether it's Ashiya Dōman, Nietzsche, Sibyl, or the Bhrigu Immortal... they are ultimately just one facet of the Eris the Swarm, an individual.
After Hebe severely injured and killed him.
Even among the Swarm, countless outstanding individuals will still step forward, don the mask of "Eris," and act according to His laws.
They cannot be eradicated by killing them all, nor can they be completely banned.
But what Hebe needs to do now is to render Eris's trump card useless.
She wants to Lostbelt all the "Eris" in the Bharata to one body!
This realization became very powerful and difficult... but he could no longer hide his tracks, nor could he start over with a different number.
—— [Golden Truth: Leviathan]!
In the sky Bharata, to the east of the two large stars that hold the leash, a bright little star suddenly appeared.
It was already dusk, yet this star was still witnessed by countless people.
Its brilliant brightness lasted only five seconds before it dimmed again.
The spores and bronze astrolabe were no longer in Hebe's palm.
But she could still hear the spores' desperate and angry cries in her ears.
Eris held the power of the Secret History Principle, while Hebe held its Secret History Principle and authority.
According to the setting of a novel she had read in her previous life, she and Eris could also be considered "twins sitting on the throne".
Hebe, who originally possessed only a title, did not have the power to forcibly fabricate an identity and send "Eris" to be reincarnated.
However, due to the same miscalculation by Eris, Hebe completed her Path of Ascension in the previous Lostbelt, proving the "Golden Truth."
Although this power is still weak compared to the Secret History Principle itself;
But creating an identity using the Secret History Simulator is enough.
As the largest portion of "Eris" enters the process of "reincarnation," His other manifestations in various parts of Bharata also begin to die mysteriously.
Like a constellation of satellites following a planet, it is inescapable and irreversible.
In the Ayodhya, an old yogi is giving a lecture under a banana tree, speaking eloquently.
Suddenly his face turned blue, and he collapsed to the ground, emitting a foul stench as he began to decompose instantly.
In the city of Gashi, a hermit begging along the street, his body smeared with white ash, suddenly trembled.
Dark blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.
In the home of a wealthy family, the groom was about to lead the bride by the hand and circle around the sacrificial fire.
He looked at his stunningly beautiful wife, his eyes filled with love.
However, in the next instant, the bride twisted her ankle and fell into the fire pit.
In an instant, the beautiful bride lost her life.
Such bizarre deaths were happening simultaneously throughout Bharata.
And in their ears, Hebe's last words echoed simultaneously.
"We shall settle this in the next age, [Eris]... no, Krishna."
Chapter 288 The Beauty of Mechanisms and Numbers.
On the dark green tabletop, a brand new card appeared.
Someone has arrived.
The signs are clear enough—history is being confused, the Dharma law is being superseded, the illegitimate Confucius and Pang Tong are being oppressed, and sixteen thousand hymns are being sung in unison. All signs indicate that your great enemy is approaching!
A formidable enemy who harbors ill will towards you will arrive in the next era—the Era of Dharma!
A bone-chilling drumbeat emanated from the dark green desktop, while a semi-transparent countdown pattern suddenly appeared in the upper right corner.
Then the text seemed to be altered by some force, shattering into dust one by one.
Instead, there was a brand new handwriting that shone like gold.
On the dark green tabletop, the card representing "Eris" sits high, its abstract strokes rapidly outlining his face, which is adorned with a golden crown and peacock feathers tucked into his sideburns, depicting him in a state of calm meditation.
He was extending his palm in front of him, and the bronze star disk, or rather, the Myoken Wheel, was slowly rotating in his palm.
[Great Enemy: Black Heaven Krishna]
Our enemy is the Secret Ruler, Krishna was born under the forced subjugation, a ruler demigod who experienced many great battles under the name "Eris," and who has a more noble origin.
He tends to distort all possibilities with words, but he is also no stranger to the laws of war and nothingness.
He favored a future where history was infinitely subdivided, but his determination to achieve this Istina should not be underestimated.
Hebe fabricated this identity for Eris and took Lostbelt all of Eris's incarnations in the Bharata.
Almost at the same time, Hebe's body was overwhelmed with fatigue.
She staggered and fell to the ground, and even the clouds could no longer gather.
"World Honored One!"
Kama rushed over.
The Hebe who was so powerful just now is almost unrecognizable compared to the girl who is now pale and has dull eyes.
"Kama, help me back to the tree..."
Hebe said in a low voice.
The results of this battle were extremely fruitful, but the cost was also extremely high.
Not to mention the severe damage to Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain, Hebe himself has also entered a state of serious overexertion.
This overdraft is not manifested in the "spirit" or "body," but rather in the conflict of historical identity.
In the past, Hebe was able to Lostbelt because she, as a "quasi-ruler," proved the achievements of the "twilight" class.
The former is greater than the latter; the latter is contained within the framework of the former, so it can function freely.
But the Golden Truth is the culmination of achievements and one of the fundamental laws governing the world.
A "quasi-ruler" with only the title cannot truly uphold the Golden Truth of the compatibility of power and authority.
If she is not careful, Hebe's sense of self will crumble.
At that time, will "I" be the secret ruler Hebe Stanton, or the white whale Ismara who possesses the [Golden Truth: Leviathan]?
Therefore, Hebe now needs to enter a long period of rest to re-integrate herself.
However, after she returned to the Bodhi Tree, she still forced her eyes open.
"World Honored One, your body..."
Hebe didn't answer; she simply reached out silently and firmly grasped at the circular light.
Within this shattered halo of light, the translucent spirit bodies of the Immortal Zhongyou slowly emerged.
"I'm not feeling well."
Hebe smiled. "This is all we can do right now."
She reached out and sent the spirits of Immortal Zhongyou back into the halo.
In that instant, Kama seemed to see shadowy cities and lands above the halo; he seemed to hear countless faint hymns and chants coming from within the halo.
But all of this was fleeting, and even Kama couldn't help but doubt whether what he saw and heard was an illusion.
"What about Hanuman and Sita?"
Hebe's eyelids grew heavier, but she still answered softly when she heard these words.
"I've done everything I can. The rest is up to them..."
Beneath the Bodhi Tree, wisps of cloud reappeared, enveloping the girl with her eyes closed.
Her voice still echoes in Kama's ears.
"Will they change Bharata, or will they be changed by Bharata? I look forward to it... and I have hope."
It's like a mechanism being activated, or like the hands of a clock reaching the next mark.